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Memorial Weekend

Collected by Djian
updated mai 8 - 2010

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

Memorial Weekend
by JMST

jsmt.stories@yahoo.com

On Friday afternoon, three girls were talking in the otherwise empty girls’ looker room of the high school gym

“I said no. I won’t do it. I am not stupid; this could only cause me more problems.”

“Yes you will do it and yes you are stupid. Otherwise we wouldn’t have what we have on you.”

Katy bitted her lower lip, She knew she was trapped but still refused to put a new nail on her own coffin.

“There must be another thing that I could do for you instead of that.” She said even when she thought it was hopeless.

But Sandy and Melissa won’t let her out of the hook. Sandy was the first to speak “Listen bitch, we are getting tired of this ‘I won’t do it’ act every time we ask you for something, your begging was funny at first but is getting old you know. So from now on we expect you to just do as we told, immediately, without discussions or the deal is over.”.

“OK”. Said Katy defeated.

“Here are your detailed instructions. Read them and tell us if you have any doubts.”, said Melissa.

Katy read the print out. Her face was blushing red with fear, shame and… and arousal. It was one of her favorite sexual fantasies, just much worse. This wasn’t a fantasy however, and there could be devastating consequences, but Katy could not find a way out, she should refuse but she didn’t have the courage to end the blackmail and accept the resulting penalty which devastating effects were not just a possibility, but an absolutely certain fact.

She perceived that she won’t be able to avoid that penalty forever and that every new order that she obeyed just added to the magnitude of the destruction that she will face when she finally jumped the wagon, but she just didn’t want to face the penalty right then, “Maybe the next time”, she always thought. Her life wasn’t as perfect as just a few months ago but it was still bearable. Her reputation had suffered but she still had some resemblance with her old self, and no permanent damage had resulted from her actions. If (or when) the penalty applies, her life as she knew it will come to an end. Katy simply wasn’t ready for that, so she wanted to delay the confrontation until the last minute, even when that meant that she would continue to do the humiliating tasks that the girls set for her.

On the other hand, there was a part of Katy, (a small part, she wanted to believe), a part of her that wanted to do it, wanted to be forced to do humiliating or even degrading things, a part of her that wanted to worsen those girls grip on her so they could force her to do even worse things.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Sandy “OK, Any doubts Slut? Because we have to go, It is a long weekend and we have better things to do than supervising our slut.”

Katy wanted to protest, to tone down the task a little bit but she didn’t dare, and her horniness was growing. She simply said very softly “I don’t have doubts.”.

“OK then let’s proceed” Said Melissa while extending her hand. Katy hesitated just for a moment before putting her smart phone in Melissa’s hand, then Melissa pointed the Cell phone camera to Katy and said “Time to tell us ‘your plan’ for the evening and remember to smile often. And don’t forget to touch yourself while you talk”. Then Melissa pressed the record button in the cell phone and Katy started one more humiliating video telling ‘her plans’ to the camera while touching her pussy passing her hand under the front of her skirt that had bunched around her waist, allowing to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. She knew that after she finished talking, Melissa will press the send button and it will be uploaded to her private web site and added to her growing collection of shameful videos. The worse part was that her blushed face and real horniness added realism to the scene, and the fact that she almost came by the end of the narration wouldn’t help if she later tried to argue that she had been forced.

When Katy finished talking, Sandy said “OK, we have to go, we have a lot of things to do in this weekend, decent things that good girls do, so we don’t have time to be with little sluts you know. “, a new wave of shame and humiliation hit Katy. It was the Memorial Day weekend, they won’t have classes on Monday and being near summer, most of the students have planned excursions to the beach or the lake nearby, while some others have planned to use the extra time to catch up with homework and studies as the end of the school year approached. Katy felt ashamed that she instead will be doing the degrading tasks that the girls set for her.

Then Melissa added “Here have your cell phone, remember that we need proof that you complied with every single step of your plan, we expect to receive several updates from you.”.

Katy’s fear had returned strong and her lower lip was trembling a little, she saw the couple of girls leaving the high school looker room and with them her hope of avoiding this ordeal. She wanted to follow them, to stop them, but instead she waited as she was instructed. She felt so low, a few weeks ago she was a good girl too, in fact she was more modest and more well behaved than they, maybe more than anybody else in the school. She was even a goody two shoes to many people, but now, while her former friends will spend the long weekend doing homework and having fun in a decent and healthy way, she will do things that just a few of the worse sluts would have done at her age, things that no one of her school classmates would do.

After 10 minutes, she re-read the first task and after a little hesitation, she proceeded, she sat in the bench and started taking off all of her clothes, and soon her beautiful petite body was exposed in all her glory, she was an 18 year old blonde of 5’ 4” with a slim but curvaceous enough body, her tits where almost a little too big for her frame and her bubble ass gave her the perfect balance. She wanted to masturbate but she knew that the only way to bear what was next was to keep herself horny. She opened her locker and took out everything that was there, four mid size padlocks (two yellow and two silver), handcuffs, a small plastic chain, a dog collar a short leash (about 2’) and a neck strap. There was also a key ring with keys for the silver padlocks and for the handcuffs.

Katy contemplated the plastic chain, she tried pulling it a little, but in spite of it’s low weight it was pretty hard to broke. She sighed, took a deep breath and then she put her cell phone a few feet away from her over the bench and started recording video. With the plastic chain she made a loop around her left ankle and then fixed the loop tightly padlocking two links with a silver padlock. Then she repeated the same with her right ankle, she felt a tight in her stomach hearing the click. The chain left her ankles separate a maximum of 18” and would severely reduce her capacity to move fast in case that she needed to hide, not to mention that it would be very hard to explain. Remembering her instructions she smiled at the camera, and showed that it was impossible to take the chain off without opening the padlocks. Then she put the dog collar around her neck and fastened it, it was a dark brown leather collar of about 1” wide. She then clipped the leash that hung in front of her slightly below her pussy. It would be constantly teasing her pussy as she walked. Then she stood up, walked to the cell phone and picked it. She almost tripped, she had to get used to the short steeps that the chain allowed.

She put her cell phone in a 4’ cabinet that was at the end of the aisle, just a few feet from her locker, and restarted the filming. She carefully walked to her locker again. She then faced the camera with her clothes and locker between her and the camera. Then smiling to the camera started to put piece by piece of her clothing inside the locker. Her stomach was tighter than ever and even with her smile you could see her hand trembling when she put her skirt in the locker, when she finally put her snickers inside, her face was blushing red and her lower lip was also trembling, her shaven pussy however did little to hide her swollen and wet labia, she was horny as hell. She finally took the key ring and after smilingly winking at the camera, she put it inside the locker and closed it. She had to stop for a little to recover her breath, she was almost hyperventilating. Finally she took the couple of yellow padlocks and managed to fit both of them in the metal rings of the locker. She took a deep breath and closed both of them at the same time. She almost came right then.

She wanted so much to touch herself but she knew it would only make things harder to her. She continued with her instructions, she took the neck strap and put it around her waist with the clip hanging at her right, she adjusted it tightly so it won’t slide down when walking, her sexy hips would be helpful in this matter.

Then she took the handcuffs and contemplated them hesitating “This is just too much” she thought sadly, but she knew that the moment that she closed the looker, she committed herself to do the whole challenge, otherwise it would be useless, she would suffer almost the same and it won’t stop the blackmail. So she put a cuff around her right wrist, then trying to think of other things she turned and showed her back to the camera to assure that it was all recorded, then passed her hands behind her back and then closed the cuff around her left wrist. The series of clicks seemed like a slow motion picture to her, she was so entranced that she even put it a little bit tighter than she intended, it was even a little bit uncomfortable but nothing dangerous.

For a moment she started to panic, but she forced herself to calm down. She managed to stop the video and push the preprogrammed send button to upload the new video. That was always hard for her, but this time the video was really embarrassing. Struggling a little bit she managed to clip her cell phone to the neck strap that was around her hip. Katy sighted, on one hand it would reduce the possibility of losing the phone full of embarrassing videos and photos, on the other side if she fails and anybody finds her, she could not invent a story because the content of the phone will betray her.

She turned to see the clock on the locker room. 4:57 PM. The girls had been gone for 40 minutes and the school should have been close since 4:30PM. She now must hide until the janitors left the school at 7:00PM, then she would have to hurry because it won’t be natural light in the school aisles for more than an hour and she would have to walk to her home classroom and pick one of the padlock keys. Then she had to walk to the boys bathroom on the second floor and look for the second key there. Once she had the keys she must return to the locker, use the keys on the locker padlocks then pick up the key ring from inside the locker and then open the handcuffs and ankle padlocks, and finally dress herself in order to be able to escape from the school. She must find a way of doing that without starting the alarms or wait the long weekend and reappear when the school opens again.

She looked at the clock again, “so I have to wait a couple of hours here until the janitors leave” she thought, but then she got a very bad feeling, “What if they come to clean this room!” she fought the panic and then thought “Wait, there was a sheet of paper taped to the door, maybe is the cleaning schedule”, she walked to the door and stood there very quietly listening for any noise outside the door, she didn’t listen anything but she could not be completely sure because there was a fan inside the locker room that made some noise. Anyway she bitted the bullet and opened the door, it wasn’t easy with her hands in her back, she turned the door knob with her hands and pushed a little bit, she then turned slowly and pushed a little bit further the door with her right side. She looked outside the room and it seemed deserted, then she pushed the door even further and turned to let the door close again with the spring mechanism. She almost tripped because of the ankle chain. Her face was red, with fear, shame and arousal, but she found the sheet and the information that she wanted: The girls’ locker room was indeed scheduled to be cleaned at 6:00pm on Fridays.

Katy cursed herself, she should had investigated the janitor’s schedule beforehand. She will have to wait in another place. She tried to think, she looked around in the gym but saw no safe place to hide. There were a couple of doors, probably storage rooms, another door to the gym teacher’s office, and off course the boy’s locker room in the opposite of the gym. She thought “I don’t think the teacher’s office will be open, and the storage rooms could have some janitor’s implements so it would be dangerous, my only hope is that the boy’s room is not scheduled to be done today.” So she started to walk in that direction, at first she was slowly walking but as she grew nervous, she started to walk fast in short steps, ‘I must look like a frightened penguin”, she thought. When she was near the center of the gym she tripped, she managed to turn a little in the air and felt on her side hitting the wood floor with a loud thump. She almost got a heart attack, she imagined the sound of her fall resonating all around the school. She stayed on the floor for a few seconds, waiting for the worse, but then she managed to stand up after a lot of twisting and pushing. Then she restarted her walk, this time she did it slowly, and constantly turning to see the gym door. She could not avoid to fantasy that the bleachers were full of fellow students, laughing and cheering while seeing her debase herself. A few minutes later she arrived the boys’ locker room and sighted with relief, it won’t be cleaned again until Tuesday. She knew it should be empty, still it gave her the creeps to enter the boys’ place completely naked and with her wrist cuffed behind her back and her ankles tied by the plastic chain. She blushed.

Once inside the locker room, she sat the bench that she thought would be the more secluded and waited. The clock seemed to crawl, she tried to abstract herself from her situation, to think about other things, but it was just too hard and her thoughts inevitably returned to her current situation. She imagined that her chain got trapped somehow and she could not leave this locker room and then on Tuesday some sophomores find her just as she was now but also horny as hell. She imagined them laughing and touching her making her hornier and hornier, and then imagined them leaving her there, horny, frustrated and frightened waiting for the next class to come and find her, so by the end school day half of the boys of the school had touched and teased her naked body, she imagined that at the last class she had become so desperate that she would be begging her own class mates, not to release her but to fuck her. While she was thinking that she was softly rubbing her pussy against the rounded corner of the wood bench, she had found the way to stimulate the exact spot when a very loud sound came from outside. It was the gym door being opened and closed. “The janitors are here.”, She thought with an apprehension that returned her to the reality. “OK, calm down girl, they won’t find you, they won’t come close, you only have to be reasonably quiet”, She slowly stood up and in the bench, trying to keep her ears at full attention.

What she heard surprised her, it was undoubtedly a basketball ball bouncing. Then she tried to listen more carefully, trying to discern voices from the rest of the noises. “…game..”, “no big deal…”, she was only catching fragments but she concentrated to the most and hear “let’s play one on one, the boss is already gone”.

“Oh”, Katy thought, “They seem to be the janitors, and they will play instead of doing the girls’ locker room. Maybe that is why sometimes it is very dirty”. She tried to think of the implications, but decided that it won’t change their schedule too much, they simply will play instead of cleaning. So she waited and waited, still their voices kept her nerves on the edge the full time. At the end, she decided to wait near the locker room door so she could hear their voices, she turned to the clock and it was already 6:20PM, she thought “they must be almost over”, but then she no longer heard the basketball bouncing around, instead she heard one of them saying “I think is over for today, I will take a leak and then we’ll continue with the work”, “Me too”, she heard the other one said. “What if they use this bathroom”, she thought, she turned around and looked desperately for a place to hide in the locker area, but it wasn’t any that she could find. She walked to the bathroom area and the best idea that she could think of was to enter a stall. The stall door opened to the inside of the stall, she entered and closed it behind her, but with her luck the clip to keep the door closed was damaged, she quickly entered the next one. The soft rattle of her plastic ankle chain sounded to her like the ring of a cathedral bell. The next door was also damaged, as well as the next. She resigned herself entered the last stall, it had not only the door clip broken but also lacked a toilet seat, she thought of changing stalls again but heard some noises and thinking quickly she sat on the toilet, with her ass resting in the water, and she pushed her legs up and against the stall door to kept it closed. Almost immediately she heard voices inside the locker room and then inside the bathroom itself, her heart was beating like a drum. She almost thought that they would hear her heartbeats that were resounding in her ears while she tried to didn’t even breathe.

After a long, noisy pee, they moved to the lavatories that were just in front to the stalls and seemed to be washing their faces while chatting.

“That was a nice game, it is nice to play on a wood floor instead of cement at least for a day”,

“Yes, it is nice to have what those son of bitches have, even for a day”.

The other one laughed and said

“What I want to have is one of their classmates, lord, there is a senior blonde that is always teasing them with short skirts and tight blouses.”

“You are hardly the first to notice her, in fact her name is Katy”, said the other.

Katy was shocked “They are talking about me, I am getting a really bad reputation around here, even when no one knows more than 10% of what I have done”.

“If I have her in front of me, I would not let her play her tease and run game. I will hold her and fuck her in every hole, Maybe what she likes is some black meat”.

“Yeah” said the other, and they both seemed to take turns saying what will they do to her if they found her, ignoring that she was a few feet from them, naked and cuffed with her ass touching the toilet water and her legs high in the air pushing at the door stall, all frightened and aroused.

She heard one say “I would put her on her knees and then hold her ears and fuck her mouth, I bet she is a very good cock sucker”

The other one laughed loud and said, “If we are telling fantasies here, I’d said I like to fuck her in the ass while she is in all fours in front of a mirror so she could see her own face of pain and pleasure.”

Katy was getting more frightened and hornier, she was afraid that she was breathing more loudly, fortunately the splashes and their own loud voices and laughs precluded them to hear her.

“The mirror is a nice touch, but I would rather like that she sucked my cock in front of her classmates, it would serve her right and also would teach those rich boys how to properly use a slut like that. After my show, maybe they would lineup to use her mouth too. I bet she will enjoy it”.

Then both men erupted with laughter.

Katy shivered while listening to the rude description of their fantasies, her pussy was leaking like a faucet in spite of her fear, she visualized herself being fucked in the ass in front of the mirror while a bunch of her classmates made a line to fuck her mouth and everybody commented that she was enjoying it because she had come at least twice. Before her horniness got out of control her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden silent. They had finally closed the faucets and were quietly drying their faces. Katy held her breath, then one of them said “It’s time to leave, we still need to clean the girls’ locker room, you know if we don’t, they would complain and we could face some consequences”.

“Yes” said the other a little bit disappointed to be pulled out of his fantasy.

A few seconds after that she heard them leave the room. On their way out they had turned off the bathroom and locker room lights leaving Katy in complete darkness.

She painfully stood up, her muscles were cramped for being so much time in that awkward position and with so much tension. In darkness she walked slowly out of the bathroom. Once in the locker room, she could see some natural light coming from the gym thru a little crack in the bottom of the door. She sat by the door, listening. She was emotionally exhausted, she wanted to embrace herself but she couldn’t, she curled in the floor near the door and started crying, releasing all her fear and tension. She thought that they were only bragging in a macho way, but she was afraid anyway, she had to be sure that they had left before she started the rest of her adventure. “Why am I now just a fuck meat?, I was a good girl, Why I let them turn me into his?”, she was thinking while uncontrollably sobbing. She closed her eyes trying to abstract herself from her current situation and after a few minutes she felt sleep.

She awoke and she felt completely disoriented, she tried to rise and then felt the handcuffs, then slowly she remembered her situation. “Oh no, how much did I sleep?”, The room was completely dark now, the natural light that entered under the door wasn’t there anymore. She pushed a button in her cell and the small screen came alive lighting dimly her surroundings. She stood up and opened the door. The gym was completely dark. She turned on the lights and could see the hour 9:00PM.

She analyzed her possibilities, “I can’t turn on any lights because somebody could notice from the outside and call the police. Same if I use a flash light or something, it would be even worse because from the outside would look like a burglar. My only chance is to wait for tomorrow morning. The school is closed tomorrow and If I do it all very early it would be even less risk”. Fortunately her aunt thought that she was spending the weekend with her friends.

She resolved to stay in the boys’ locker room because it was less risky than trying to cross the gym in complete darkness. She turned on the bathroom light and managed to clean her ass in the shower. She finally dragged some towels to the locker area and put them in the floor to sleep in them.

The awkward position of her arms and the dangerous of her position didn’t allow her to sleep, she tried to distract herself thinking of TV shows and things like that, but her thoughts always ended returning to her current predicament and to the talk of the janitors, which only made her horny.

After some efforts she managed to put those thoughts aside but only to think about how this all started…

She finally got so horny that she painfully masturbated against the metallic bench corner, her pussy was shinning red when she finally collapsed and fall sleep a restless night full of nightmares and wet dreams with the border between them getting fainter and fainter in Katy’s mind.

The next day she awoke early, but not as early as she would have want, it was just 8:00 AM and she was very hungry, “By 9:00AM or 9:30AM I should be taking breakfast”. She painfully stood up, stretched a little to relieve her cramped muscles and then got out of the lockers room and walked thru the gym to the door. She was feeling self conscious, but tried to concentrate in her walking. After a little try and error she found the right pace and step length that allowed her to walk at a good speed without too much risk of tripping. The last she needed was to twist an ankle or something.

She arrived to the gym door, took a deep breath and opened it. She looked left and right down the aisle. The look to the left wasn’t so clear because the sun shinned brightly from a window at the extreme of the aisle. She had to walk that way to her home class room. She sighted and exited the gym.

To be naked in the same school aisle that she walks every day, and that normally was so full of people, was frightening and exhilarating at the same time. It was a fantasy that she had had since she was a little girl but now it was real. Of course in her fantasies she wasn’t as vulnerable as she was then, all tied up, but in her fantasies the aisles were full of her classmates. As she slowly walked to the her destination, she could not avoid to imagine the sights, the mocking comments, the insults of her fellow classmates if she could seen her right now. She turned her gaze to the floor in humiliation, imagining all that.

When she was midway to her destination, the school bell rang. Katy panicked and instinctively tried to run, only to trip thanks to the chain joining her ankles. She remained laying on the floor all frightened for a few seconds, images of student crowds entering the aisle filled her mind until she calmed down and realized that it was the normal 8:30AM Ring and that it was probably programmed to sound everyday including Saturdays.

She painfully stood up and continued her march to her home class room, but remembering her instructions she stopped at the lady’s bathroom first. It would be handy anyway because she really needed to go. After she did her business, she went to the lavatories, and with some efforts she was able to open the faucet with her hands behind her back, she turned around and lowered her face to the lavatory and drank some water straight from the faucet, then sighing loudly she lowered her tits and tried to wet them as much as she could. She stood up and closed the faucet.

She glanced herself in the mirror more on the force of the habit than a real wish to look at herself right then. She saw her hair partially wet hair, her nipples erect from the cold water and something else. She turned a little to see her cuffed hands behind her back and shivered. She looked like extracted from a porno site or something, miles away from the prime and proper image that she reflected the first time she saw herself in that same mirror a few months ago. She felt a tingle in her pussy and rubbed her legs a little trying to get some pleasure but then she reprimanded herself and thought “Focus girl, there will plenty of time for that later, first you need to get out of this place.”.

She walked out of the bathroom and could not avoid to feel fear and arousal of being again naked in the middle of the school aisle, she walked a few more yards that seemed like miles to her and arrived to her home classroom.

The door was open as the girls promised, she entered the room and immediately she felt something sticky in her feet, it was a brownish substance that was spilled around the entrance of the classroom. Katy tried to avoid the substance but with her short steeps it was impossible, when she finally arrived the blackboard, she leaned her wet tits on it leaving the mark that the girls wanted, when she walked to the teacher’s desk, she turned around and saw that she was leaving faint but still very clear footprints. She saw with despair a clear pair in front of the couple of wet spots that her tits left in the blackboard, any one could add 2+2 and know how the spots were made. She had probably the smallest feet in the class, so she felt afraid that if the marks and footprints were still there by Tuesday, she would be one of the very few suspects, and with her growing slut fame, she would be the number one suspect. Katy shivered, she thought of cleaning her footprints once she was dressed, but she knew that the girls wouldn’t accept that, her only hope was that somebody cleaned it before Tuesday classes.

Katy turned around showing her back to the empty student desk and used her tied hands to pull the teacher’s desk drawer. She felt very self conscious, while facing the blackboard, she could not avoid to fantasy again that the classroom was full with her classmates. She turned around again to look for the keys and found them bellow some papers. When she put the papers once again in the drawer, she noticed that she had left faint fingerprints in several of them. The wooden drawer had felt a little bit oily, maybe it was recently cleaned or maybe it was another trick by the girls. She just hopped the teacher didn’t notice because it could be an undisputable probe of her stay.

Katy’s fear grew imagining the consequences, she shivered with fear and arousal. She turned to see the blackboard again, and again she imagined her classmates looking at her naked back. She walked to the center of the blackboard and again turned to see the blackboard from a very close range, around a feet. She imagined she was being punished by standing naked and tied in front of everybody because her slutty behavior had discredited all the school. She imagined that the outraged teacher even mandated every student to spank her naked ass. Katy’s breath was getting shorter and faster, she was getting hornier by the minute. Finally she knew she needed to cum, she looked around, and the carefully walked to her usual sit. The chair had a couple of protruding tubes in the back. The tubes protruded no more than a couple of inches, but she thought it would be enough to rub her clit. She closed her eyes, and repeating her fantasy in her head, she rubbed and rubbed until she came. After that, she came to her senses and thought “What I am doing, I am really a slut, I need to hurry, finish this stupid thing and go home. I just hope that the smell will be gone by Tuesday, I will bring a deodorant or something anyway. ”. She marched out of the classroom leaving her desk smelling of sex and he barefoot footprints all over the floor, even besides her own desk, her tits marks had dried in the blackboard but were still visible and she knew they would be just as visible on Tuesday.

She walked to the stairway, she was no longer excited nor alert, she just wanted that to end soon. She tried to climb the stairway but she quickly noticed that with her foot chain and her hands in her back it was difficult and dangerous, she resolved to get on her knees and climb that way. She still fell a few times but it was just a little painful but not a real danger like if she tried to get up walking. Of course it took a lot of time to climb the stairways that way, when she finally arrived her knees were dirty and ached a little. She stood up and was more decided than ever to succeed quickly and go home. When she arrived the Boys’ bathroom that was a the middle of the aisle, she sighed and blushed a little, it was the second time that she would enter a boys’ bathroom completely naked in less than a day, she shivered remembering the events of the previous evening, with her naked in a stall while the janitors discussed all kind of obscenities that they would do to her if she had the chance. With that thought her arousal began to grow again, but she promised herself to stay focused this time.

She entered the bathroom only to feel again the sticky brown substance in the floor. “Oh no, not again. Now I will be leaving my footprints all over the boys’ bathroom.” She wanted to leave, but she knew she had no choice. The girls didn’t tell her were the key was, so she had to search all over the bathroom, leaving more and more footprints. She had been looking for maybe 15 minutes when she started to panic. “Where the hell are the keys?” she said out loud and then opened the sink for the thousandth time and was about to close it when she saw a paper with a drawn key hanging from a lower shelf. She knelt and picked it with her mouth, then she carefully put it on the floor and started reading.

“Congratulations slut, you have made it to this point. We thought of leaving the key here but we didn’t want to end your fun so soon, we know how much you like this. And don’t say you don’t, I bet your pussy is dripping like a faucet right now” Katy blushed with anger and shame, her pussy was indeed very wet at that time. She continued reading “We have a little simple task for you, when you send us proof that you complied with it, we will text you the real placement of the key. Don’t waste your time and energy thinking, it’s not fair, you have no other choice, and look at the bright side of it, you will do some advertisement that may give you great results in the future. Well the point is this: There is a permanent ink black marker where you found this note. You have to take it and put a different note in each of the 5 stalls referring you by name. I’ll give you a couple of phrases and you’ll invent the remaining three: “Katy never wears panties” and “Katy fucks on the first date”, and don’t be lame about it, we want you to surprise us with your slutty imagination, remember there won’t be second chances, if your phrases are too lame, we won’t text you”.

Katy finished reading and she was angrier than ever, this was just too much. She regretted having accepted this dare but there was not much that she could do then, so she resolved to comply with the new orders and when all was finished she will return to the bathroom and clean the phrases. She picked the marker and used her hands to take off the cap, then she resolved to use her mouth to write because it would be harder with her hands. She went to the first stall and kneeled in front of the door, and with the maker firmly hold by her teeth, she wrote the first phrase “Katy never wears panties.”, the writing was a little jagged but completely legible. Katy cringed, she hadn’t wear panties in the past two months indeed. She had managed to keep it more less a secret but as her skirts were shortening in the last weeks, she had noticed several guys trying to look up her skirt, with this phrase the amount of boys trying to do it will increase until all doubts about it disappear. The thought of lots of boys trying to look up her skirt and knowing for sure her little secret made her wet again. Katy took her cell phone that dangled from the neck strap that was around her waist and without taking it out of the clip, she managed to take a photo of the stall’s door.

She passed to the next stall and wrote the other phrase that the girls suggested “Katy fucks on the first date”. The truthfulness of the other phrase would give credibility to this one. Katy had only had sex a couple of times in the past, once in her old town with her first boyfriend and the other one here and under the thumb of her “friends” with a drunk college student. They would be more than one trying to probe if this was true. Katy thought, “of course it isn’t true…. Unless Sandy orders me to do it”. She was thinking what she would do if she got such and order, but decided to put her thought apart and finish her task.

She took the photograph and went to the next stall but her mind was blank, she tried to think something but everything that came to her mind was lame, or so she thought. She was beginning to get nervous when she remembered the conversation of the janitors. She kneeled again and wrote “Katy swallows”. After the photo she went to the next stall and wrote “Katy loves black cock”. She was slightly trembling when she took the photo, then went to the last stall and blushing bright red with shame and arousal she wrote “Katy likes it in the ass”.

She was hornier than ever when she pushed the send button in her phone. Then she waited and waited, then she remembered, she also have to send proof that she destroyed any note that she received from the girls. It was one of the rules that they established from the very beginning because they didn’t want anything that links them to Katy’s slutty behavior. Katy sighed, unclipped her cell phone and put it over the lavatories and started the video camera. She took the paper with her mouth, showed it to the camera, and started chewing it and swallowing. It was disgusting but she had done it many times before. She finally pushed the send button.

After 5 minutes a text message arrived: “The keys are in the janitors desk drawer, his office is the basement.”

Katy almost cried with anger and impotency, that was in the other extreme of the school, she will have to go downstairs, walk the full length of the first floor aisle and then go downstairs again. She wanted this to end soon.

She went downstairs practically crawling to avoid a nasty fall. Still when she got there her tits were aching because she hit the floor with them a couple of times. She walked thru the aisle trying to march at a good rhythm. She passed the gym’s door and longed to return there soon with the keys. Finally she arrived to the stairs, and this time she decided to climb down sitting on one stair at the time and then lowering her ass to the next. This way it was safety and she soon was on the basement without further incidents. Unfortunately this stairway was dirtier than the others and her ass was now as dirty as her soles.

The natural light there was scarce but she found the light switch and soon the little room was illuminated. The room was full of tools and cleaning stuff, she approached the old wood desk that was also full of stuff. She opened the drawer and saw a pornographic magazine, “interracial sluts” that depicted the picture of a young blonde sucking a huge cock of a mature black guy. Katy trembled remembering the conversation of the janitors. For a moment she closed her eyes and was about to submerge herself in another fantasy when she heard footsteps, and voices and laughs. “The janitors!” she thought and for a moment she froze, but then she managed to lower herself and hid bellow the desk, “Why? Today is Saturday, don’t they have a union or something?”, she thought bitterly.

“Yes man, I know I am stupid, I shouldn’t forget my wallet here, but it’s not too late, we may still get on time to the game..”, they entered the room, Katy felt more frightened than the other time, this time her position was harder to maintain and she was hornier, she hadn’t have too much time to calm herself and was having trouble controlling her respiration.

“Hey John, there is somebody under the desk!”, Richard had seen one of Katy’s foot, instinctively Katy tried to flee, but only managed to knock her head under the desk and then felt with a thump. John who was around 30 years old, with big muscles and looked like a linebacker, quickly walked around the desk and was completely surprised by the scene in front of him. “Oh my god girl! Are you alright? Who do this to you?”. She quickly helped her out of the spot in where she was and said “Richard, hand me your jacket please”. Richard who was also an Afro-American, but tall and skinny quickly throwed her jacket at john. His face reflected surprise and a little bit of fear. John sat Katy on the top of the desk and quickly covered her upper body with the jacket. They tried to ask her what happened, but she was too shocked to answer, “after all I had gone thru in the last month, to be trapped like this” she thought sadly, “this is the end, there is no way out, they are going to call the police or something, I will be disgraced”.

After a few more failed attempts to communicate with her, they started debating if they should call the police or the school staff, but John said, she looks bad, we better call her parents or something, they would know what to do. He tried to ask her for her phone number or her parents name but she was still mute with her sight in the wall, “You are a senior student here, aren’t you? Aren’t you Katy… sorry, Kathleen?. Katy blinked like if hearing her name was getting her out of her stupor, but before she could think what to say, Richard said, “hey, she had a cell phone there, maybe we could find some of her relatives, just look for a recent calls.”.

John unclipped the phone and was clumsily trying to get the list of the last calls when he accidentally played the first video where she described her plan for the weekend while wantonly masturbated in front of the camera.

His face changed from concern and sympathy to something else, scorn maybe “Hey Richard, look at this!”, Katy was now out of her trance, adrenaline running all over her body, “No please, don’t show it to him. Please stop”. They didn’t listened to her, Richard that was more skilled managing the gadget, replayed the first video, then the one where she was putting her clothes in the locker and smiling to the camera and that showed that she had tied herself, they finally saw the stall photos.

“So you like black cock?”. John was both amused and angry. This girl stunt could have easily cost them their job and even their liberty if someone else had found the girl in the janitor’s office, naked and tied.

“Please sir, I was…”, she tried to say that she was forced to do this but she wasn’t ready to denounce the girls, her credibility won’t be too high, she will be ruined anyway, she doubted even that she would be able to convince the Janitors. So she said.

“Can you help me, please?”

“What you did here is very serious, we could have ended in jail and these images and videos could damage the school reputation beyond repair. The other pupils are good girls you know, they don’t need a bad fame just because of some slut wanted to get off. I think we should talk the dean, he would know what to do.”

“No, please sir, I am sorry, please sir I am a good girl too, please, this will never happen again, I promise”, Katy was talking very fast, nervously begging. She understood that her only chance was to get those men mercy.

“OK.” Said John, “we can talk, but first of all you must recognize that you are not a good girl. So tell us what you are.”

Katy swallowed her pride and said in a low voice “Yes sir, I am not a good girl.”. John picked the phone that was on the desk and Katy got the message “Please sir, I am sorry, I am a slut, I am a shame to this school, I like to be naked and tied in the school like the bitch I am, please sir…”.

John smiled and hung the phone. “Ok. Were you serious about black cock?”.

Katy blushed and knew what would happen next, so she said sincerely “I don’t know… it was just a dirty phrase.”

“So you don’t know, Why? You never have one before, haven’t you?”, said Richard that now felt more confident to participate in the talk.

“No I haven’t”

“Maybe it is time to try”

“Maybe…”, she said lowly, then continued “Would you…. Would you let me go if I do it, you know, with one of you?”

“We have not decided what to do yet”, said John anticipating Richard. Then he added, “we need to discuss the implications in private”.

“Ok….”, said Katy, who expected them to leave, but instead of that, John helped her stand up and then pulled her leash and made her walk out off the janitor’s office. She was completely humiliated walking the whole basement aisle leaded this way, like an animal and with Richard walking close behind her enjoying the view of her perfect bubble ass. The floor was slimy and even in her current predicament she was afraid of finding a cockroach. At the end of the aisle was a hook high in the wall, it was intended to hang tools there but it was empty. John pulled Katy’s leash and hanged it. She had to stand on her toes to avoid to choke herself. Then Richard said “Wait us here, don’t go anywhere.”, and laughed thinking it was a clever joke. Katy saw both of them walking to the Janitor’s office and then saw the door closing behind them.

Katy was left there hanging by her neck, she was gyrating on her toes around the little spot that the leash allowed her to move. As the minutes passed she got more and more worried. Katy began to sweat abundantly, maybe because of the effort she was doing, or the stress of her situation, or because of the lack of ventilation of the basement aisle, all in all she was dripping.

When she got tired she tried to rest her body on the wall to reduce the stress on her feet, she could do it for a few seconds only because she immediately felt the tear in her neck. Any way she managed to get a lot of dirt off the wall and over her body that now looked all sweaty and dirty. After a few more minutes, that seemed like hours to Katy, the janitors reappeared in the aisle and walked toward her.

She was shaking, she hopped that they had had enough fun and set her free now, she tried her more pity deserving face, with her pleading eyes, but for a reason she didn’t cry, she didn’t know why, she really felt desperate, but maybe she was just too shocked to cry. Real tears would have helped her a lot, but they were absent.

When they arrived to her place, they silently contemplated her for a while until John spoke “OK, girl, We know you are only having fun… well a very slutty fun that would be the shame of every person in this school, but fun at last. There is no real damage unless people gets to see this” and he showed her cell phone. Katy’s hopes were growing, maybe they will let her go with only a reprimand. “I can bear that.”, she thought.

But John continued, “on the other hand, you really put us in a lot of danger here, and caused us a lot of stress, not to mention that we lost our basketball game and our team will kill us”, they lost the game because John’s forget of his wallet, but still it was partially true. Katy was blushing and said “I am sorry sir. I can give you some money…”, she was trying to compensate them but it only served to anger Richard who exploded, “I told you John, Look at this rich girls, we found her in her kinky games and she still felt so superior, ‘let’s give some money to the poor black men, otherwise they would starve, but don’t expend it in booze men”, he said the last phrase in a high voice mimicking the rich girls speech. Katy blushed even more, she was afraid and regretted her words, “I am sorry, sir, it wasn’t my intention…”, but John interrupted her and said “I know you are sorry, but you will need to convince Richard about it. Ok here are you alternatives. First, we join your fun, you know, you seem to have a lot of fun playing the slave, but you lack a proper master. You can be our little white slave for the rest of the day and have even more fun, maybe not as much as us, but I bet you are going to come a lot, and at the end of the day we help you with your bonds and let you go home, well fucked but otherwise unharmed and we promise to keep your secret safe. And the second one, we take you upstairs and walk you to the door of your home class room then we push the button of the doorknob and close the door trapping your leash with it, and we will put your phone ready to play the video and just out of reach from you. So Tuesday morning, the school early birds find you as you are now and trapped in the aisle just outside your classroom, and with the accusing video just a few feet from you. Wouldn’t it be exciting?” The first option was scary, even when John tried to depict it as a game but the second one was simply frightening, it would be completely humiliating and it would unleash the blackmail too, because she would have failed to complete her dare.

Katy was speechless, she didn’t know what to say, she wanted to beg some more, to offer other kind of compensation to those men, but didn’t know how to do it without incurring in a new offense. On the other hand she had resolved that she would avoid option number two, no matter what, she just wanted a less stressing number one option, maybe limit it to less time and the guarantee of no sex. Her thoughts were interrupted by Richard that was impatient and seemed to be playing the bad cop role. “It is enough John, I don’t need the humiliation of this slut pondering if we deserve a piece of her shitty ass, I said that we left her at the classroom door as we said, and forget about this. Maybe what she wants is to be found naked by her classmates.”, He moved to unhook the leash. Katy panicked and reacted quickly, all her thoughts of negotiating forgotten, “Please sir, Stop, I’ll do what you want, I’ll be your slave for the day.”

Richard continued silently but ineffectively trying to unhook the leash, completely ignoring Katy’s plead when John stopped him, “let’s give the girl a chance, Katy repeat what you just said, but say it properly this time”.

Katy blushed, she had read a lot of stories since this nightmare began so she knew what to say:

“I’ll do what you want, masters, I’ll be your slave for the day”, her voice was very low and reflected her nervousness and arousal.

John smiled and said “And what would you do for us, slave?”

Katy blushed even more and said

“Anything you want, masters”

“Anything?”, said John, “so there are no limits, we can use you as we fancy, and you’ll obey any order, no matter how degrading, without hesitation?”

Katy’s lip was trembling, a thousand emotions running thru her at the same time, all combined with an extreme arousal that her shaved pussy didn’t conceal at all.

Her voice was almost a whisper when she answered “Yes Master, I’ll do anything you order me, and you can also use me as you please”. She could not believe that she had said just that. Where was her intention to reduce the time and scope of the deal? Instead she was completely submitting herself to those men.

“See”, said John, “She is a good little slave, I’ll bet she wants to make it up to you Richard, don’t you slave?”. Katy slowly nodded. Richard then said, “if you really want to make it up to me for insulting us before, you should accept to play until tomorrow night instead of just the rest of this day. And you should accept that we spank you for being such a racist little slut”.

Katy’s shock almost pulled her out of her trance-like state of mind, but the images of the spanking increased her arousal and she said in a whispered submissive voice, “Yes masters, I would stay until tomorrow, even on Monday if you want”, she immediately regretted saying that, but she couldn’t change it now, so she continued with a trembling voice ” and I… and I surely deserve a spanking” she finished with her eyes cast at the floor with shame and her face bright red.

John answered smiling “OK, slave, we’ll take your offer, we will let you go on Monday night, I bet that no one of us will see this school installations with the same eyes after that”.

Katy shivered, but by then she had more expectation than fear.

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